The mayor didn't take too long with his "go team!" speech, but even with the sweet shortness of it, Molly was annoyed. That clown was a propaganda machine. Running his mouth like that about [i]the[/i] Mr. Voodoo. Big V wouldn't want that bozo flapping his jaw and saying his name in vain, which meant that Mr. Mayor needed to die. Like, sooner than later. It was a honorable task that she burdened herself with. Of course, now wasn't the time. If Molly were to execute him in the good name of Mr. V, all these other brainwashed supey-dupeys would apprehend her. It was unfortunate that the rest of the "mutants" were drinking this pro-establishment kool-aid. Maybe a few of them would see the error of their ways. If not, they'd have to die. Which was a non-issue. People die all of the time.

Studying the list of names, Molly had to admit that hers was sort of clever. Like an MP3 isn't the most up-to-date thing in terms of music playing technology, but the "M" was probably thrown in there for Molly. How sweet. She was expecting the codename to be extremely lame but as it turned out, it was a keeper. Molly let a small grin break through her scowl for only a brief moment before returning to an expression that conveyed a lack of interest. She shrugged and put in her headphones, playing "Fly Like An Eagle".

She'd already tested the song out a few times, and thankfully she doesn't shape shift into an actual eagle. She just takes to the air and flies. She swears she feels something in her bones when it starts to play, like her body structure is changing, but it's probably just paranoia. Molly willed herself into the sky, with the Steve Miller Band's song blasting in her ears. Her flying ability was sloppy, but it got the job done. She landed less than flawlessly in Good Grove Park, stumbling once she touched down onto a grassy area. "Woahhh agh!" Molly faceplanted into the grass. "Ugh." She pushed herself up and spat out dirt, surveying the area after, partially to make sure no one saw what happened and mostly to see what the hell was going on. 

Obviously, the citizens were being haunted by some food-creature-thing-losers. [i]Unidentified[/i] food-creature-thing-losers. "U.F.C.T.L.'s." Molly muttered silently to herself in mock awe. She took a deep breath, saw the chaos that was being created by that big ugly lunch lady, and wasn't exactly sure how to proceed. She remembered the mayor's speech about working together to take down villainy. That's when she got a lightbulb: [i]I'll gain their trust and take them down from the inside! [/i]she thought, grinning. "Molly, you're a genius," she rubbed her hands together excitedly before staring in the direction of the source of the evil food, "Now it's time to go and make a di— WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!?!" Molly fell backwards in fear when some [i]freaky[/i] [u]ass[/u] [b]werewolf[/b] entered her vision. It was eating out of a garbage can... menacingly. Completely unaware that Mongrel was actually her "teammate" Kimberly, Molly assumed that the beast was in cahoots with the food demons and decided that this was where she'd make her first impression and infiltrate their "trust". 

She pulled out her phone and selected some badass instrumental music by Hans Zimmer. She planted her feet and emitted a warrior cry, which with the power of music, created a powerful soundwave that blasted Mongrel and the garbage can back ten yards. "Yeah, take that, douchewolf! In the name of the law and stuff!" She wasn't even worried about the real fight that was Potluck and his monstrous food minions. The scary form Kimberly had taken captured all of her attention, and Molly — not knowing they were on the same side — decided to take action. And she [i]really [/i]hoped the scary beast would stay down.